Prowling along the edge of miserySuffocating on hope of better daysQuestioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity

Born-dead: Death at birthUnwanted: Still essentialExploited: As they wantBorn-Dead: But shall rise

Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for lifeCan't become a master when you're born slaveSlavery for the shut mouths

Mortification for majoritySo that mastersKeep sleeping inTheir castles built of gold

A child's dream, nothing but dreams,Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.The production equation doesn't bring wealthFor everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunateOnes/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.